Alaya Tara Nahar's stalking abilities are close to zero to none, so for her to mess up a potential relationship with just a like wasn't unheard of. Or that's what she thought. ❪ both images and written bits will be included ❫ Copyright © tazwrites 2021. All rights reserved.

Just a place where my thoughts and dreams may go

✿ Like sunflowers I want to grow in the places where there is melliflous poetry, soft anxiety, imbue art, ethereal canvas, wild fleurs, iridescent galaxies and nefarious stars ✿ [Ranked highest #1 in poems] ACHIEVEMENTS ♡ #1 in writings on 16.01.2019 ♡ #2 in thoughts on 17.01.2019 ♡ #1 in poems on 17.01.2019 ♡ #1 in quotes on 18.01.2019 ♡ #1 in poem on 16.01.2019

UNDER MAJOR EDITING AND REVISION. CHANGES TO THE STORY LINE IS PROBABLE. "You are going to listen and do as I say-" she cuts him off, "You do not own me so you have no right to order me around" He looked at her with a grin "Actually I am your boss so if you don't listen to me I am going to fire you and make sure you don't get a job anywhere." She knew better than to actually open her mouth. Alexander Delucas is known to be ruthless, arrogant and heartless billionaire having girls after girls. To him love is just a foolish feeling that makes someone weak and he believes that he is never going to fall in love ever. Sierra Blooms is an innocent and simple girl who used to be a nobody in high school and we cannot say that much has changed. She is still the simple girl who is waiting for the perfect guy who will cherish her. But what will happen when those two meet? Fireworks? #204 in romance [03 April 2017] #180 in romance [04 April 2017] #126 in romance [09 April 2017]

❝and i loved her for every bit of her. for every shade that she was.❞ book one in the seasons of love series. ©jiminiums published: 010918 completed: 110918 written: 160718 - 100918 hr: #30 in ambw 270918 hr: #16 in poetry 110918 hr: #11 in poetry 120918 hr: #2 in bwam 281220 the playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/74V7og9Gt7FyAOiC2Ry0Sf?si=Dv6nNwD9TGWUQSfJ_GylNQ&pi=eo25J6bXSRi-u

#1 Crazy minds, twisted stories, broken hearts and crying souls; craved for poems to be read and told ; (6/11/18) ❤ #2 (03/18/18) ❤ #5 (12/8/19)

the thing about writing love letters to dead boyfriends is that they never seem to write back

No order. No storyline. Just a collection of poems about him.

I am screaming into the endless mass of darkness and shadows that exists in my mind. Maybe it'll scream back. I dread it. I hope for it. I welcome it.